Wearing Orange

Sitting in a puddle of oily red compost, turning chestnut soil into crimson pond.
Bleeding, it creeps against gravity and crawls toward my goldenrod center.
Mixing into a whirlpool of primered knowledge, fired soul flashes wearing orange.

Inspired by the prompt ‘wearing orange’ at typetrigger.com

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